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1. Lubraean adult and infant.

2. The City. I think there are still many things to iterate on here. The scale is too small, and there needs to be terraced farms in place around the beam. Overall, architecture needs its own dedicated post.

3. "I kill many looking for a sign of you. Wash my hands with their blood in the hopes of your continued existence."

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“My cell was dark. I did not fear the dark. It may have been enough to make the City-dwellers cower, but I was able to rest when they let me, oblivious to the other inmates' snivelling cries. They begged for light and warmth; I carried it within me. Ever since Father was taken, a fire had burned inside my chest. I had fed it with the bones of my enemies, and no amount of blood would quench it until Father was returned to me. My real Father – not the coward they had made of him, with dulled teeth and bound quills and sandalled feet, dressed in such an unnatural white that I could not bear to look at him, only his shadow as the Stalkers forced my face into the dirt. In the dark, I still dreamed of rescuing him. One day, when they were careless, when my nails had grown back, I would act. I would slay all who would stop me. I would find him, I would grab him by the arm, I would wrestle him back into the forest. I never did manage to kill any of the wardens, though it was not for lack of trying. I fed my little light with my dreams instead.

“But, my Witness, that light… that light was nothing before the Light.

“It was already the dry season when they brought me before the jury. The butcher’s stone was cold against my cheek. The Light did not warm it. Father spoke of reason, of setting examples and paying debts. There was no warmth to his words, either. The judgemental stare of the crowd did not inspire shame. The weight of the Glaive against my neck did not engender fright. I felt as though I was a hollow vessel, made of clay instead of flesh. My quills lay flat against my spine. I could not even feel my own heartbeat. There was no fire inside, after all. The Light had burned it out. It had seared away my delusions of fighting back, and I was left only with the desire to separate Father’s head from his neck.”

5. Rhulk's "Apocalypse Maiden" outfit.